Kick, you know you're still a kid
And your diet's too full of additives
Passed out on the couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreaming such a hot (day of fans?)
This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montauk out to Malibu
Trappings of a name you never could escape
These people want to live in the past
Some golden age that they never had
I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
Some childrens' story we forgot
Grew old, so long ago
Kick, it's hard to make a friend
In a place that's this cruel and partisan
But you should go and stop to Stockholm for a while
Live outside --
Some day, you'll have to find divorce
And a cemetery plot in (high Annisport)
Next time you close your eyes on a helicopter ride
I hope you see it isn't your fault
I hope you know it isn't your fault
I thought we shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie, stop!
B-roll
Said this show must go on
Lying in an office on an old chaise lounge
Listening to the doctor drone
No therapeutic feeling once the shot wears off
Answer every question "No"
Hiding in the hammock with the shades pulled down
Wondering if the story's broke
Tragedy is profit once the word gets out
Tabloids at the country's store
Searching under the tables when the bars close down
Said somebody stole your phone
Now there's noone to talk to but these trust fund drunks
Should've brought a chaperone
Kick, I'd love to help you
But I just don't count
Friendship makes you paranoid
I don't believe in curses
But I just might now
We never really had a choice
Like all your broken toys
Kick, you know this life is rich
But pleasure's not the same as happiness
But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind
I think you'll find your way out of this
I hope you make your way out of this
And your diet's too full of additives
Passed out on the couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreaming such a hot (day of fans?)
This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montauk out to Malibu
Trappings of a name you never could escape
These people want to live in the past
Some golden age that they never had
I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
Some childrens' story we forgot
Grew old, so long ago
Kick, it's hard to make a friend
In a place that's this cruel and partisan
But you should go and stop to Stockholm for a while
Live outside --
Some day, you'll have to find divorce
And a cemetery plot in (high Annisport)
Next time you close your eyes on a helicopter ride
I hope you see it isn't your fault
I hope you know it isn't your fault
I thought we shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie, stop!
B-roll
Said this show must go on
Lying in an office on an old chaise lounge
Listening to the doctor drone
No therapeutic feeling once the shot wears off
Answer every question "No"
Hiding in the hammock with the shades pulled down
Wondering if the story's broke
Tragedy is profit once the word gets out
Tabloids at the country's store
Searching under the tables when the bars close down
Said somebody stole your phone
Now there's noone to talk to but these trust fund drunks
Should've brought a chaperone
Kick, I'd love to help you
But I just don't count
Friendship makes you paranoid
I don't believe in curses
But I just might now
We never really had a choice
Like all your broken toys
Kick, you know this life is rich
But pleasure's not the same as happiness
But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind
I think you'll find your way out of this
I hope you make your way out of this